Torture - Rival Sons

Here comes another one

Limping over the hill

Says the lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill

You just take the heart and you do it for the thrill

It’s torture

It’s torture

Poison for the belly

Sugar in the gas tank of my brain

And you give me no excuses 'cause I don’t make you explain

I’m a bitch for your abuse and a glutton for the pain, yeah

It’s torture

It’s torture

Alright

And here comes another one

Limping over the hill

The lion with the respect to eat the body of his kill

You just take the heart and you do it for the thrill

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s torture

Alright, it’s torture

Oh, no, no, say it ain’t right

It’s torture

It’s torture

Alright, it’s torture